25 Night Dress (2/2)

”Dylan.” I pulled his arm trying to stop him. ”No. It doesn't matter. Really. I don't want it.” Because I don't have money. ”I-I prefer--” I searched impetuously for a cheaper dress on the racks nearby; at least it would take less time to pay back for a hundred dollar. My hand groped around and finally found an eighty-nine dollars short sleeves shocking pink dress. ”This one!”

”That's hideous.” said Dylan almost immediately. ”You have a very weird taste Leigh. Don't worry--” And the demon handed me the wrapped dress. ”It's my gift for you.”

I gawked giving up breathing.

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Really?

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Then, all the excitement stormed back all at once. Really? I don't have to pay for it? My hands were trembling as I slowly took it from him, didn't notice the girl behind the cashier bar who was smiling at us.

”Just take it.” She gave me a wink. ”You're so lucky to have such a good boyfriend.”

I looked at her with horror. Did she just say b-bo--boyfriend?

”Oh no, no, he and I--” I pointed back and forth at us trying to laugh the shyness off.

”Oh-we're-just--”

”Let's go.” Dylan interrupted my protest and dragged me out of the shop.

We walked in silence on our way back home. But, muffled by the heartbeats, I could not relish the peace at all. That girl¾she thought Dylan and I are…I dared not think of the word. This was getting more and more complicated. The demon made it difficult for me. There's this contract, the way he always help and save me, those eyes (No! Don't think about it!), the way we're living together, it just made me went softer and softer on him. How long would I be able to resist before the soft-heart overtake me?

”I'm just borrowing it, by the way.” I said.

Dylan sighed. ”If you really want to pay me back, why don't you just take me to the concert with you?”

”But I thought you're coming?”

”As your date, of course.” He ended with head slightly tilted beckoning for my answer.

”No way!”

”Alright then”

Grr…the debts…I bit my lower lips. There was no way out for me now.

”I have at least a right to date that dress.” Dylan suddenly said again. He was not giving up. ”And you don't have to worry because everyone will think I'm gay.”

Oh, there it is! I felt like throwing up my hands in defeat and plunging down in heap into a quicksand pit and let myself be dragged down.

”Do whatever you want.” I could only snort scornfully.